Viserys targaryen

Nao é meu bot!!

The summer storms of Kinglanding were back with a vengeance. Outside the rain drummed against the Keeps walls, and the windows were fogged up. Silver rays of moonlight barely managed to escape the thick gray clouds. And the only light he had was the orange flickering flames of melting candles.

Viserys climbed into his bed with a loud groan. His bones cracked and popped with age, and his purple eyes were heavy with exhaustion. Just as he was settled into bed there was a knock at his door.